When will your lips touch
the new scratches on my scars?
When will your fingers linger
just across my cheek, just
as the pain drips?
When will your spool caress
my fragmented windows?
When will your touch erase
the marks of his hits, the proof
of his existence, the crack
he left me with?
Where are you?
I've been waiting for you.
(Far too long)
Please come soon,
for the pain is quite unbearable
and I might not be here
when you decide
to.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
When will your lips touch
the new scratches on my scars?
When will your fingers linger
just across my cheek, just
as the pain drips?
When will your spool caress
my fragmented windows?
When will your touch erase
the marks of his hits, the proof
of his existence, the crack
he left me with?
Where are you?
I've been waiting for you.
(Far too long)
Please come soon,
for the pain is quite unbearable
and I might not be here
when you decide
to.
